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Coree Jawn Yulk

"Well, damn, things just got serious."

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a character in “Street Art”, as played by Periodic

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Name: Coree Jawn Yulk
Art Alias: Burn. Coree had gotten this nickname due to her graffiti always resembling hot colors, such as vibrant reds, oranges, or yellows, along with her orange hair.
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Description: Coree has orange hair, messy with her bangs being swept to the side. Her eyes are a dark green, becoming softer in brighter light. Freckles pattern her skin. Her skin is a light pale, where her orange hair stands out amongst it. Her build is lean and slender, her waist usually hugged by tight clothing styles, such as tanks or long sleeved shirts. Coree is tall, standing at five feet and eight inches, naturally standing over her sister, while being the youngest one of the other sibling.
Personality: Coree is naturally shy, where she had shied away from large crowds or masses of people, intending to twiddle or thumbs or just express her artistic personality amongst walls, or on canvases. Coree is also ambitious due to her lack of ambition in her earlier years, where now she just assumes she's making up lost time for it. Her ambition usually ranges towards creating massive paintings, to soon be raved over by others. Coree lacks intelligence though, being born with A.D.D. made her a sufferer in a short attention span along with never fully passing school. Coree is photogenic and always tends to take photographs of her artwork, posting them to a blog she had created especially for her artwork. This blog had resulted in two fines and one appearance in court, as she had almost sued because of her posting graffiti in illegal property.
Specialties: Coree has no special abilities allowing her to have super-human speed, but she is capable of creating fine artwork out of fiery colors in red, orange, and yellow contrast.
Romantic interest: None yet.
History: Coree was born in the suburbs of New York City, working with her mother and sister in a bakery at the age of nine, creating pies and pastries in a sweaty, cramped area. After her younger brother had been born when she was eleven, she avoided her mother and father after realizing their attention was on the newborn child who cried obnoxiously. Her father became an alcoholic over the course of years and eventually had divorced the mother, leaving her grief-stricken and crying herself to sleep. Coree was numb, anything she heard was just a breeze tickling her skin, shock and stress creating her to become and individual in the world of depression, the corporate world decreasing, and the lovely system of all humans. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, and do it all over again. Coree found her particular relaxation in drawing, and she barely realized she had became a skilled artist until she had been working the walls of New York with all the spray-paint she could find in the corner-stores.
Other: None.




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Coree Jawn Yulk's Story

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It was in the afternoon when Coree had woken to the sound of pots and pans clattering together in the kitchen. Damn mother. Her mother was always in a mood for cleaning, so her cleaning mood was at twelve in the afternoon where she could have been getting perfect sleep. How depressing to not be able to sleep until the standardized timing of her two o' clock wake-up session. Coree lifted the cover off of her body, sticky from the summer humidity which was a thin layer over New York City for every day. After a few attempted positions to roll herself out of bed, instead of having to take the time of getting up and stepping upwards to rake her hand through her tousled hair and be a normal girl, she'd find the most comfortable and laziest way to crash to the carpet.

After two minutes of stumbling over her feet, she entered the kitchen to find her mother scraping a small, yellow bar across the china plates, given to her by her grandmother in her early teenage years before her death. Coree had changed into a teal tank and sweats, having her feet in sandals covered by the draping cotton fabric of the grey sweats, yellowed from age. Coree parted the house after saying a soft, minimal goodbye to her mother. The air smelled like rain, and her sandals clomping on the soft, squishy earth as she trudged over the grass, signaled it had rained earlier. Who was she to know, as she'd still been in a deep slumber, snoring away and dreaming of some covert dream about art and graffiti.

Coree arrived at a stationary position where it was a dank, dark space with red words etched across the back-way. Her previous artwork, not finished, but prepared for finishing, past a metal fence, past the garbage cans overflowing with filth. Coree jumped over the scratchy fence, clutching her sleeve over her nose as the smell wavered over her eyes, stinging them with tears from the horrid smell. Coree stood in front of the words, gazing at them, spray-paint held in one hand, her other hand toying with the strings on her sweat pants. Her legs stood apart, facing the wall with a smug expression, before she started to get to work.


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Once inside the overrun graffiti cover building, Scotty and Terry burst into laughter, throwing their masks off in complete amusement. One of the old homeless men that acted as a father for the two friends came out of his room and yelled at them. "You two need to get your priorities straight!" Scotty and Terry stopped laughing and looked up at the man. "This coming from a man who can't even afford to get an actual place to live!" Terry shouted up at the man while Scotty muffled a laugh. "Let's let these folk sleep and let's go wake the rest of the neighborhood!" Terry said loudly just to get on the old man's nerves. Scotty couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, let's go!" She said loudly, doing the same thing as Terry and they walked back out of the door. They put their masks back on and saw a kid walking by. With a loud scream, Terry jumped in front of the kid. Sounding as creepy as he could, he asked the kid "Wanna' play a game?" The kid, stuttering, said "[I]N-no, I do n-not want to p-play n-no game!" And turned around to see Scotty with her glowing smoky light green contacts through dark holes in her mask. The kid let out a girly scream, though he was a boy, and ran away, leaving Terry and Scotty laughing hysterically.

They then went back down the allies and saw two girls. Not wanting to intrude, the two stood an watched the girls through the holes in their masks, Scotty's eyes being the most able to see due to her glow in the dark smoky light green contacts she had in at the moment.